Chandler

"I hate that Kay left before dessert," Mom says without looking up, "we're having such a good time."

My stomach cramps.

I'm too tense.

Kay left early because her roommate had forgotten her keys. I hadn't realized it until now Kay kept the conversation flowing.

I study Mom, who sits to the right of Winsome. She leans forward, grabbing her fork.

Dad, to my left, sips his coffee, looking like he's savoring it. He smiles.

I lean back, ...